minate the difference betwixt them, but he instantly falls into the same frame of mind, and views his conventionist with the same sort of eye, as if he was going along with him to Hyde-park corner to fight a duel. For my own part, being but a poor sword's-man, and no way a match for Mons. Dessein, I felt the rotation of all the movements within me, to which the situation is incident-I looked at Mons. Dessein through and through -eyed him as he walked along in profile

then, en face-thought he looked like a Jew-then a Turk-disliked his wigcursed him by my gods-wished him at the devil

-And is all this to be lighted up in the heart for a beggarly account of three or four louis d'ors, which is the most I can be over-reached in?-Base passion, said I, turning myself about, as a man naturally does upon a sudden reverse of sentiment-base, ungentle passion!--thy

hand is against every man, and every man's hand against thee.-Heaven forbid! said she, raising her hand up to her forehead, for I had turned full in front upon the lady whom I had seen in conference with the monk-she had followed us unperceived-Heaven forbid! indeed! said I, offering her my own→→ she had a black pair of silk gloves, open only at the thumb and two forefingers, so accepted without reserve-and I led her up to the door of the Remise.

Monsieur Dessein had diabled the key above fifty times before he found out he had come with a wrong one in his hand : we were as impatient as himself to have it opened and so attentive to the obstacle, that I continued holding her hand, almost without knowing it; so that Monsieur Dessein left us together with her hand in mine, and our faces turned towards the door of the Remise, and said he would be back in five minutes.

Now a colloquy of five minutes, in such a situation, is worth one of as many ages, with your faces turned towards the street. In the latter case, 'tis drawn from the objects and occurrences withoutwhen your eyes are fixed upon a dead blank-you draw purely from yourselves. A silence of a single moment upon Mons. Dessein's leaving us, had been fatal to the situation-she had infallibly turned about --so I began the conversation instantly.—

-But what were the temptations (as I write not to apologize for weaknesses of my heart in this tour-but to give an account of them)-shall be described with the same simplicity with which I felt them.

THE REMISE DOOR.

CALAIS:

WHEN I told the reader that I did not care to get out of the Desobligeant, because I saw the monk in close conference with a lady just arrived at the inn-I told him. the truth; but I did not tell him the whole truth; for I was full as much restrained by the appearance and figure of the lady he was talking to. Suspicion.crossed my brain, and said, he was telling her what had passed; something jarred upon it within me--I wished him at his convent.

When the heart flies out before the understanding, it saves the judgment a world of pains-I was certain she was of a better order of beings-however, I thought no more of her, but went on, and wrote my Preface.

The impression returned upon my encounter with her in the street; a guarded frankness with which she gave me her hand, shewed, I thought, her good education and her good sense; and as I led her on, I felt a pleasurable ductility about. her, which spread a calmness over all my spirits.

-Good God! how a man might lead such a creature as this round the world with him!

I had not yet seen her face-'twas not material; for the drawing was instantly set about, and long before we had got to the door of the Remise, Fancy had finished. the whole head, and pleased herself as much with its fitting her goddess, as if she had dived into the TIBER for itbut thou art a seduced, and a seducing slut: and albeit thou cheatest us seven times a day with thy pictures and images, yet with so many charms dost thou do it, and thou deckest out thy pictures in the